Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 678

Chapter 678: Awake

​Olivia’s POV

​Four Years Later

​"One week, girls!" I said, leaning over the breakfast table with a playful grin. "Your fourth birthday is seven days away. Have you decided what you want this year?"

​The twins, Lyra and Lana, erupted into a chaotic chorus of excitement. They had black hair and those piercing sea-blue eyes that still took my breath away every single morning.

​"I want a pony! A white one with a pink tail!" Lyra shouted, jumping up on her chair.

​"No, a castle!" Lana countered, waving her spoon. "A giant castle with a moat so Leo can’t come inside!"

​Lennox let out a deep, booming laugh from the head of the table. "A moat, princess? I think Leo might just jump over it."

​Liam, Leo, and Leon—the boys—all started laughing, teasing their little sisters until the dining room was filled with the beautiful, messy noise of a full house. Louis was smiling as he reached for more toast, the sunlight catching the relaxed lines of his face. For a moment, everything felt perfect. It felt like the happiness we had fought so hard for.

​But then, my gaze drifted to the empty chair at my side. The chair that remained empty every single meal.

​After the plates were cleared and the boys ran off to the training grounds, I turned to the girls. "Alright, my little wolves. Time for our morning routine. Come on, let’s go see Daddy Levi."

​The excitement vanished from their faces instantly. Lyra’s lip curled into a pout, and Lana looked down at her shoes, crossing her arms stubbornly.

​"No," Lyra muttered. "I don’t want to."

​"Me neither," Lana whispered. "It’s boring in there. It’s too quiet."

​My heart sank, a familiar, cold ache settling in my chest. "Girls, please. It’s Daddy. He loves you so much."

​"He doesn’t talk," Lyra snapped, her sea-blue eyes—so much like his—flashing with a strange kind of resentment. "He just sleeps. We want to play with Daddy Lennox and Daddy Louis. They’re real."

​The words felt like a physical blow to my stomach. I looked at Lennox, my eyes pleading for help. He stood up and walked over, rubbing my shoulder. He had spent years trying to bridge this gap, telling the girls stories about the man Levi used to be, but how do you make a child love a shadow?

​"Maybe it’s just because they’ve never had a real conversation with him, Liv," Lennox said softly, his voice full of that same weary sadness I felt. "To them, he’s just a statue in a bed."

​"I don’t care," I said, my voice hardening to hide the fact that I was about to cry. "He is their father. He gave his life for them—for all of us. We are not leaving him alone today. Get up, both of you."

​I wasn’t a strict mother, and the girls knew they were spoiled rotten by Lennox and Louis, but they saw the look in my eyes and knew I wasn’t backing down. With heavy sighs and dragged feet, they followed me out of the bright dining room and down the long, silent hallway to the medical wing.

​Four years.

​Four years since the bullet. Four years since the venom. I had tried everything. I had poured my healing into him until I fainted from exhaustion. We had flown in specialists from every pack in the world. We had tried magic, science, and prayer.

​And still, Levi slept.

​I pushed open the heavy oak door. The room was filled with the scent of fresh sea-salt candles—I kept them burning so he wouldn’t wake up to the smell of medicine. The sun was streaming in, illuminating his face. He hadn’t aged a day. He looked like a prince trapped in a spell, his chest rising and falling in that slow, mechanical rhythm that haunted my nightmares.

​I walked to the side of the bed, reaching for his hand. It was soft and still.

​"We’re here, Levi," I whispered, guiding the twins toward the bedside. "The girls are here to tell you about their birthday."

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